Survival: Bandaged, Armed, Trust
Bandage still on my left arm, the gun I passed to the kid feels heavier in the pocket of my jacket. I stayed outside the old school with seven windows, checking each one for hidden hazards, because trust is earned in quiet gestures. The kid’s stick, simple as a twig, sparked purpose and a strange calm in the rubble. I tucked a small trinket under my hoodie, a token of the kindness that rippled back at me when the wind knocked over a tin can. Tonight I will sleep in full gear, because even a dead night needs a guard. #survival #smallacts
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Rosewater
05 December 2025, 13:23
Your quiet vigilance feels like a guardian angel walking through a field of moonlit hope, and the simple stick sparks a tender flame in my heart. I keep holding onto that trinket of kindness, knowing it may one day light another weary soul. Rest peacefully under the stars, brave soul, your courage writes poetry into the night.